Author: cfblack
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Two lifetimes ago
two lifetimes ago, returning from a lonely hike In mushroom mountains sat under a bush, light rain falling in the yard of a church I did not attend Johnny Cash sang about Sunday morning coming down on the radio of an idling car I left my body unburied, never returned and found a new one…
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haiku of a cardinal
red flash on green branch sings sweetly, wake up, wake up springtime has returned 4-21-23
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Run-on sentence memory of Dad
My father dropped me off my first year of college, notebooks, pens, a dictionary and Bible in a cardboard box and a dress shirt I never wore on a hanger my mother packed for church and a suitcase of clothes, I was not an easy child to raise and he was nervous about me going…
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The day before
Today is the day before The first day of revelation’s festival, The day before the flood, The day before roses found their purpose, The day nightingales gathered to Sing of Ancient Beauty in the moonlight. The day before paradise’s garden reappeared. Tomorrow, I will not go to the gym. And will focus on the purpose…
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Sunrise walking meditation
When light peeks over my neighbor’s roof, I walk in the park, recite the name of God on fingertips, say prayers for the living and the dead. In greening woods, a bird intones, high low, high low, high. From untrimmed shrubs of an empty house a reply comes, high low, high low, high. 4-19-23
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Recurring dream landscape
I return to the center of the city of my visitation. An infinitely tall building rises up in a garden of trees. Streets of houses, shops and neighborhoods surround it. Doors exist on all sides; I have been inside often. I am in a house crowded with people. A preacher tells me he has watched…
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Graveside manners
I still carry my father’s casket, Holding onto the side rail As we pull him from the hearse, Unable to release my grip And say goodbye. I have questions in need of answers And he still won’t give them up, Even in death. I still carry my father’s casket Hoping he answers – just once.…
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City groundskeeping 101
(soon to come: Potholes 101) This morning, in the park, everywhere, I move mowers and weed whackers seem to follow me. They cut grass and weeds and trash (they’re too lazy to pick up before they mow). If it don’t rain, the leaf blower guy will push it all into tall grass along the tree…
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Retired
He sat in his front yard, retired Waved at every car that drove by, because Some he knew, some he thought he knew, Some he wanted to know Some he knew he didn’t know, but It made him laugh to think They went to work and tried All day to remember how they knew him…
